Monday, December 28, 2009
Barrier of communication
It gets to a point that they don't seem to understand what is in your mind. They don't get it and they never will. You just have to figure that out yourself. A blunt way to get the message across... by sinking to their level.
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Last night was't a good night
It's hurting our daily business of functioning properly. Behind that malfunction lies greater patience to understand and a bigger heart to tolerate. It's an insane training programme for us to be better person in a long run. But it is too insane sometimes for anyone to bear.
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Sunday, December 27, 2009
Waiting
No one wants to be left behind and do all the waiting.
It is so cruel and scary. It is selfish too.
Don't ever, leave yourself so way back until you forget the way to trace her.
Dr. Hugo Heyrman, Waiting, 2006, acrylic paint on paper (21 x 29,7 cm.)
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Friday, December 25, 2009
On hungry lunch hour
Replies on chatbox:-
Miss S: You are welcomed :)
Doreen: I see you! I see you!! I hear you!!
Angeline: Have you checked out my e-mail to you? =)
YiLing: Awww... miss you heaps too. Merry Christmas!
Biyin: Haha! You know it is not a problem at all. Will see you REAL SOON.
It's megasales now. Everyone know about the end of year sale and they will take serious action on it. What action? People save their money months ago before entering the month of December. Even boyfriends will ask their baby "what did you buy for last week", Dads will be waiting for the creditcard bills to arrive and friends are planning on huge shopping spree. We blame it on christmas where perfume and makeup gift sets are seen everywhere at the nicest package. Sigh, seriously.
The working area of my legal attachment (internship) is filled with boutiques and the few rows of shoplots are actually known as the infamous boutique streets in Ipoh. Do you know how sickening it is to walk pass all the shops where discounts cards in eye-catching neon yellow are pasted on the window? Probably they mark up the price before putting a misleading "50%" off there, I suppose.
I am not a shopaholic and I guess my amount of self control is pretty amazing and I actually do ask myself the question "Do i need this?" Usually, the answer would be an afirmative NO. This brilliant question is derived from the movie none other than 'Confession of a shopaholic' and it is kind of effective. But you see, there will be times where you encounter a "maybe" for an answer or "Idon'tknow!!" in some odd situations, the next question would be "Seriously?" Then, the idea of buying will eventually fade away and hence, 'salvation' is achieved :)
So, my story is this.
For the first few days, the dresses on mannequin were so so in my impression. But the magical power of window shopping was that, the more you walk pass and see it, the nicer the dress is. I blamed it on lunch hour. I was hungry, maybe my eyesight and brain were facing delusions. Before I was tempted to walk in to take a closer look, they were changed into a new batch of christmasy party wear. The circles repeated themselves for weeks. On this one fine afternoon during lunch hour, I was walking along the shoplots alone again. I saw mannequin 's head tilting across the street. It happened on spilt second and I had no the time to rub my eyes like those actor did in the movie when they saw something extraordinary.
Wtf, is this some kind of creepy joke? (I hate using foul langueges in my blog but that "wtf" line did go across my mind.)
Maybe the sunshine was too glaring for my eyes at 1pm. Before I could see clearly again, the mannequin moved again. This time, the hand was raised, just to the level like it was waving at me, calling out for me. I grabbed on my purse harder and next, I found myself squeezing it.
No way...
I stood there in disbelief, staring at the shop across the street. I stood there for at least 2 minutes, waiting for it to move again. The cars and people were passing in front of me like nobody's business. Suddenly, a woman appeared behind that mannequin and begun to strip it. Next, another lady came into view with a new set of cloths on her arms.
I laughed out loud to myself.
My stomach was really playing tricks on me :D
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One word: Epic.
More words?
an impressive epic voyage
*Screw spoilers and wikipedia.
Checking out the ratings for a movie out of curiosity is fine but never, never watch a movie with synopsis in mind.
At least not for this movie :)
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Thursday, December 24, 2009
It is 2010
I am so excited! :)
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Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Hell yeah!
I come here not just to suffer.
I come here to learn from suffering too.
When you find yourself asking, "why me!?"
try putting this around and ask, "Of all people, why not?"
Feel better, my friend. Please do.
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The good news
Dear Miss S,
There will always be things that you fail to control.
There will always be things that you fail to control.
It doesn't mean you have failed to control yourself. You are powerful, tough and blessed.
Look around you :) Do you realise what I am saying?
With love.
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Tuesday, December 22, 2009
<3
Mum voted in favour of my previous bob hair cut.
But, no. I am not cutting it :P
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Friday, December 18, 2009
The betrayal is not about romance
Donna Estes Antebi is a business woman, patent holder, writer, blogger, and children's rights advoca ...
Posted: December 17, 2009 02:01 PM
Wherever in the world Tiger Woods is, the one thing we know for certain is that he is in the doghouse - which is exactly where he should be. What I am finding shocking is the ever-increasing parade of smiling women waving their "I slept with Tiger" emails in search of their 15 minutes of fame. How is it that these women are not hanging their heads in shame? Since when did it become acceptable that women could cheat with a married man who had toddlers at home and think they should be able to face the world with their heads held high? Decades ago they would have been shunned and run out of town. But today, these brazen women are parading around for photographers with their big sunglasses, fake tans and new hair extensions and are all hoping to sell their story and see if Playboy Magazine or some new reality show comes knocking. This audacity is symbolic of the moral apocolypse that has happened to America. They should be ashamed of themselves. Their conduct should be scorned, not sold to the highest bidder.
The tabloids are calling them home-wreckers, mistresses, semi-pros, and hookers. I personally have coined a different term I use to describe those deplorable women who sleep with other women's husbands - weeds. Yes, weeds. Weeds, in a marriage, just as in nature (as well as in golf) are always unwanted, undesirable and destructive. Weeds could care less about destroying another woman's family. Their value system has gone so askew that they don't even think about it.
Weeds are desperate, amoral, damaged women who can't manage to seal the deal with a decent guy of their own so they try to poach one from someone else's marriage. How do we know this to be true? Easy: If weeds could seal the deal with a great guy, they would have. Instead, weeds try to find a marriage with a crack and hope they can break it apart completely. Weeds are the arch enemy of every married woman. If so many weeds weren't running around dropping their knickers at flash of a credit card there would be many more men at home reading stories to their children and tucking them in to bed at night.
I think it is time we toss some shame where it belongs. I don't want to hear their stories. We already know their stories: Tiger's weeds said yes when most women of integrity would have said "No, go back to your wife where you belong." Perhaps they didn't know better before but now that they know better, they should do better. These weeds should muster up some decency from their long-forgotten souls and keep their mouths shut - for a change.
A wife has enough to worry about trying to balance the demands of her husband, her life, her work and family. The last thing Elin or any wife needs are low rent weeds trying to mess with their families by setting stripper-sized booby traps for the fathers of her children - let alone trying to sell the story to the media. Shame on him and shame on them. Contrary to what many seem to think, cheating is never "just sex." Every time a married man is with a weed or even thinking about a weed, that is time that should have been spent focusing on the needs of his family. Children need a mom and dad and they need them both under the same roof.
Why did Tiger go on such a romping rampage? The answer is simple, because he could - and because he thought he could get away with it. He was wrong and it will take years to rebuild the trust and respect that has been lost. Clearly, Tiger wasn't looking to trade in his wife for a weed. None of the weeds in Tiger's hall of shame are sporting gifts of million dollar jewels or million dollar homes which he could easily afford to give - if he really cared for them. And those "special messages they cherish from Tiger" mean nothing - because he is married. Here is a little fact for women tempted by a married man - married men who cheat, always lie.
All cheating married men know the cheapest way to get between the sheets on a regular basis with a weed is to use a little hope as bait, by tossing in lies like "My wife doesn't understand me" or "We sleep in separate rooms." or "We are just staying together until the children get out of school." This ploy is straight out of Cheaters 101. For a cheating man, being a frequent flyer with a weed is far cheaper than with a hooker. A few complements, a dash of false hope and a room service meal is about all it takes to score with a weed. A limo ride is just a bonus. I wonder how many times Tiger heard his shameless line up of weeds deliver the well-rehearsed line: "I don't care about money or fame, I just care about you."
Tiger's weeds may be getting their 15 minutes of fame now but what they don't realize as they smile for the cameras is that the shame coming their way is going to last much longer. Like many notorious weeds who have come before them, these weeds too will wake up one day after their fifteen minutes of tabloid fame is over and wonder why life didn't work out, why jobs disappeared, why clients disappeared and why men disappeared; and then they will get it - American wives now know their names and recognize their faces and those 60 million wives all have Elin's back. Wives never support the advancement of weeds.
So, what next for Tiger and his family? Many people think Elin should divorce him and walk away with her dignity. Well, think about this: Should Elin really serve up her fabulous life and her testosterone-fueled husband on a silver platter to some stupid weed just because she figured out how to work a zipper? Would her children be better off if Tiger moves out of the house? Would Elin have peace of mind if she has to share custody of her children with her playboy golfer and some bimbo flavor of the week that half- watches her children while he whacks around some balls? I don't think so.
As dysfunctional as it is for both of them right now, it is clear that he is very remorseful and really loves Elin. And judging by her golf swing, she loves him too. And most importantly, they are a family. A marriage is a commitment between two people as long as there are only two people. When a couple has a family, a marriage becomes a commitment to the family - and a commitment to a family is meant to be forever. That is a good enough reason for the two of them to go above and beyond to try to work it out. Yes, for the sake of the children - in fact there is no better reason.
There is always dignity in fighting for family. There is also dignity in not giving up your entire life because of a weed. A weed gets nothing but a little $%&@ and a few stolen moments, and that's already more than she deserves!
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Its all about choices.
The tabloids are calling them home-wreckers, mistresses, semi-pros, and hookers. I personally have coined a different term I use to describe those deplorable women who sleep with other women's husbands - weeds. Yes, weeds. Weeds, in a marriage, just as in nature (as well as in golf) are always unwanted, undesirable and destructive. Weeds could care less about destroying another woman's family. Their value system has gone so askew that they don't even think about it.
Weeds are desperate, amoral, damaged women who can't manage to seal the deal with a decent guy of their own so they try to poach one from someone else's marriage. How do we know this to be true? Easy: If weeds could seal the deal with a great guy, they would have. Instead, weeds try to find a marriage with a crack and hope they can break it apart completely. Weeds are the arch enemy of every married woman. If so many weeds weren't running around dropping their knickers at flash of a credit card there would be many more men at home reading stories to their children and tucking them in to bed at night.
I think it is time we toss some shame where it belongs. I don't want to hear their stories. We already know their stories: Tiger's weeds said yes when most women of integrity would have said "No, go back to your wife where you belong." Perhaps they didn't know better before but now that they know better, they should do better. These weeds should muster up some decency from their long-forgotten souls and keep their mouths shut - for a change.
A wife has enough to worry about trying to balance the demands of her husband, her life, her work and family. The last thing Elin or any wife needs are low rent weeds trying to mess with their families by setting stripper-sized booby traps for the fathers of her children - let alone trying to sell the story to the media. Shame on him and shame on them. Contrary to what many seem to think, cheating is never "just sex." Every time a married man is with a weed or even thinking about a weed, that is time that should have been spent focusing on the needs of his family. Children need a mom and dad and they need them both under the same roof.
Why did Tiger go on such a romping rampage? The answer is simple, because he could - and because he thought he could get away with it. He was wrong and it will take years to rebuild the trust and respect that has been lost. Clearly, Tiger wasn't looking to trade in his wife for a weed. None of the weeds in Tiger's hall of shame are sporting gifts of million dollar jewels or million dollar homes which he could easily afford to give - if he really cared for them. And those "special messages they cherish from Tiger" mean nothing - because he is married. Here is a little fact for women tempted by a married man - married men who cheat, always lie.
All cheating married men know the cheapest way to get between the sheets on a regular basis with a weed is to use a little hope as bait, by tossing in lies like "My wife doesn't understand me" or "We sleep in separate rooms." or "We are just staying together until the children get out of school." This ploy is straight out of Cheaters 101. For a cheating man, being a frequent flyer with a weed is far cheaper than with a hooker. A few complements, a dash of false hope and a room service meal is about all it takes to score with a weed. A limo ride is just a bonus. I wonder how many times Tiger heard his shameless line up of weeds deliver the well-rehearsed line: "I don't care about money or fame, I just care about you."
Tiger's weeds may be getting their 15 minutes of fame now but what they don't realize as they smile for the cameras is that the shame coming their way is going to last much longer. Like many notorious weeds who have come before them, these weeds too will wake up one day after their fifteen minutes of tabloid fame is over and wonder why life didn't work out, why jobs disappeared, why clients disappeared and why men disappeared; and then they will get it - American wives now know their names and recognize their faces and those 60 million wives all have Elin's back. Wives never support the advancement of weeds.
So, what next for Tiger and his family? Many people think Elin should divorce him and walk away with her dignity. Well, think about this: Should Elin really serve up her fabulous life and her testosterone-fueled husband on a silver platter to some stupid weed just because she figured out how to work a zipper? Would her children be better off if Tiger moves out of the house? Would Elin have peace of mind if she has to share custody of her children with her playboy golfer and some bimbo flavor of the week that half- watches her children while he whacks around some balls? I don't think so.
As dysfunctional as it is for both of them right now, it is clear that he is very remorseful and really loves Elin. And judging by her golf swing, she loves him too. And most importantly, they are a family. A marriage is a commitment between two people as long as there are only two people. When a couple has a family, a marriage becomes a commitment to the family - and a commitment to a family is meant to be forever. That is a good enough reason for the two of them to go above and beyond to try to work it out. Yes, for the sake of the children - in fact there is no better reason.
There is always dignity in fighting for family. There is also dignity in not giving up your entire life because of a weed. A weed gets nothing but a little $%&@ and a few stolen moments, and that's already more than she deserves!
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Its all about choices.
Weeds made their choices. Tiger had his choice by taking his wealth and freedom for granted; delivering a life altering blow to his dearest family, not just once but more than 10 times.
Its time for his wife to make hers.
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Monday, December 14, 2009
xoxo
I swear I will be good.
Please get well soon, Rabbit tan.
As attached, here's a bowl of hot soup.:(
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Private Moment
No matter how busy you are, home is still a place for you to head for after a whole tiring day :) I don't mind investing a lot of my time and attention into the details of my house next time. I like high fashion design, the modern sophisticated enviroment where you spurge on interior designer to get the best feeling. It shouldn't be a problem if you have money :P
Love the dark purple comforter where the mysterious blue wall simply gives a slow and calm feeling. Dark colours aren't always gloomy and haunting. Am I the only one smelling lavender by staring at this picture?
However, I guess I am that kind of people who have the whole time in the world to DIY stuff
in an old-fashioned way
Love the quaintly labeled botols. what a combination of innocent colours.
Outdoor bed? doesn't quite happen in Malaysia's climate.
We can always find brown frames and mix them. Be sure to print out some really significant pictures in greyscale. It will help to personalized a blank wall along the hallwall or etc.
How organized is this.
The simplicity of it :D :D so vintage. love the hand sewing or stitching art on baskets.
Earth colour always give you a very homely feeling.
Cute cookstation for personal use :D But maybe a bigger stove for a family.
I bet Ah Jau's newfangled living room is going to look like this. Haha.
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Saturday, December 12, 2009
Its Lenka.
Mum: " Do you still remember the song which I told u that I like a lot? "
Me: "Erm, yeah... but I have no idea at all."
Mum: "I found the title already."
Me: "Really?" *laughed*
Mum: "Troube is a friend. Muahahahahha..." *announced proudly*
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What's the colour
Pretty much describe those powerful feelings towards my favourite colour.
It makes me feel powerful. When I wear it at my weakest, it gives me strength. Of course, it enhances your sex appeal in a way too. :)
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Thursday, December 10, 2009
Girls
I miss those deep conversations & heart-to-heart talk with friends where we can talk almost everything on anything. They say it's because heart has reasons that reason doesn't quite get it. I can be the best listener because a friend alone can go on talking for more than half an hour all by herself :):)
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For you who are far away from us:
If tragedy only happens in movie, be your own director and make the best plot! We love you from heart-to hug. Just bring back your fighting spirit.
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